Come  unto my barren needs
     take these worn calloused hands
into your own, your softness manicured,
     kiss, and kiss again mine chapped
with those sweetness glossy pink lips,
     slow, or slower.
Place a glance unto my sorrow filled eyes
     my worry flush, with thy cheeks ****** blush.
Watch the woodlands dance and bow,
     as wind sings in the distance
into the heavens
      cries reaching to the universe
a symphony, my love.